seen better days than theses…photo from online…
Using this poem, to mourn the loss of a super huge steel mill, the Bethlehem Steel Company (1857~2003), Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, U.S.A.
Translated…
Death
with the Funeral, Already Over
Other than the Majestic Funeral March that Remained
Playing Repeatedly, on the Concerts
Nobody Shall, Ever Recall the Funeral Processions
Unsure, of How the Legend Goes
to Tell the Story, of a Great
Just Felt, that we’d, Arrived at, This Virtual Burial Site
Like how the Camera Lenses Suddenly, Zoomed in
Stuffed the Field of Visions Up Completely
here it is, at the start of its, “life”…photo from online…
And Yet, there’s that, Same Sad Sad Tune
that’s Played, Way Back When
Once You’d, Shouted
Screamed Aloud in Anger
During Those Eras of Golden Times of Yours
You Were Once, Everything
and Now, Someone Came, to Take You Over
But S/he Only Saw, the Shadows from the Layers atop the Rusty Steel Towers
Lying Right Here, without a Sound
with a Few Stainless-Steel Clouds Floating
No Longer Going to and Fro
Above Those, Abandoned, Factory Mills
Some Had, Come to Pay Their, Final Respects
But Not Saw the Burial Sites
Nor the Graves
But, only that Dying Light
Shedding the Remaining Rays
onto, that Forgotten World
its, better days…photo from online…
At Which Time, a Few Refractions of Light
Before the Skies Grew Completely Dark
Projected Themselves
onto that Final Resting Place of the Abandoned Burial of the Steels
to the Very Last of the Dying Ash of Time
And Everything Regarding it
Became, Less than, the Crumbs of…Memories
This showed, how an industry slowly dies, how it was once, so flourishing, to how it’d slowly, became, outdated and unneeded, and how things just, get, abandoned, like, how those, dynasties are, slowly, deteriorating, how the world is, slowly, dying by the days…
Life, the Obstacle Course 